It was Friday and I had been working a busy week at work. Sadly I felt I’d been coming home late every night and barely getting time to spend any time with my girlfriend Sophie, I was wrecked and then had even more stuff to catch up on when I got home. As I’d even been working the weekend before we hadn’t had time to have sex, not even a blowjob and a fountain of cum into her mouth or a handjob in the shower. I’d barely felt her beautiful, curved body in days. I hadn’t even had the time to knock one out for myself thinking about her incredible pert tits filling my hands, her pointed nipples in my mouth, her pussy being filled with my endless ropes of cum inside of her.

However I knew the weekend was coming and we had nothing planned and my Friday work day was even looking a lot better. Sophie had already managed the day off and we both knew I’d probably get away early.

It was still early in the morning on the Friday at work when I got the first text from her that day.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too” I hurriedly sent back.

“I miss you inside me.” I didn’t see this one for a few minutes later and it quickly got me excited.

“I bet you do.”

I cursed having to actually focus on my job and what I was doing- I wanted to focus on the texts- I felt like this was a pretty weak reply. I checked again a few minutes later.

“You’re going to be inside me later.”

I was hard. It had been ages since I’d cum.

“You’re going to be inside all of my holes. I want you to fill them.”

Fucking hell. I was rock hard. There was no way I could focus on work now. But before I had time to even get my whirring brain thinking she was typing again.

“I know you love me. And I know you respect me. But tonight I want you to fuck me like a slut. Make me your cum whore.”

I was red, and hot and sweating. My hands were trembling. She was right, I did love her, I did respect her. She was an amazing girl. We had the best time together and we often made romantic, passionate love- sometime tender and gentle, sometimes wild and animalistic. But sometimes Sophie could transcend all of this and really become a filthy fucking bitch. When she was in the mood her dirty talk alone could pretty much make me cum, the stuff she said she wanted me to do to her.

“Listen- don’t reply. Just read. I don’t want you to text me again. I’m gonna text you on the hour, every hour until you to get leave. You can enjoy them, but just don’t say anything. The only thing I want you to text me today is ‘leaving’.”

Well that certainly made things easier for me. My fog muddled brain didn’t have to think of some witty or sexy reply anyway. There was no way I could keep up with her outrageous texts. But I was so excited. It was still 10:24. I couldn’t wait until 110:00. Let alone finishing and getting to head home.

I tried to focus my mind on my work to make that time come sooner but it was so hard and I was constantly checking the time. Getting excited to hear my phone buzz again soon.

It was 10:58. My phone went off. I snatched it up so quickly. A text from my fucking mum. Jesus Christ.

I put it down again.

2 minutes later. Bang on time.

“I’m going to be yours tonight. To use however you want. Literally, whatever you fucking want.”

With this incredible text came a photo. She was clearly in the gym, toning up her ridiculous body even further. But currently standing in the changing rooms in front of a full length mirror. Yoga pants and sports bra on with her sexy, toned midriff exposed. Her long hair hanging in a bouncy ponytail, she had one hand under the left side of her sports bra cupping her hidden tit- clearly squeezing it. And just giving a gentle smile to the camera.

I wanted to reply. But she’d been very clear on what she wanted. I was hard again. If this kept up I’d have either fucking passed out or just cum in my trousers long before I got home.

I tried to focus on work- I had a fair bit to do still before it would be acceptable to head off and get this long, drawn out week done. I could barely think for the next hour- my head constantly swimming with thoughts about if I could do whatever I “fucking want” what would I start with??

11:57. I started sweating again. My hands are trembling.

12:00. Bang on time. My phone buzzes. There is another picture accompanying more text.

This time she is clearly at home again in the photo- in the bathroom- naked. The photo is taken over her shoulder in the mirror so I can see her beautiful body, from her head to her toes and her amazing fucking ass sticking up- she is still gleaming from the water from the shower.

“I know you love fucking my ass. I know you love slamming your cock in my ass and dumping your load inside it. It’s yours tonight. Do what you want with it, ream me. Just promise to make me scream.”

I felt dizzy. My mouth was dry. My heart was racing.

It was like she’d invented some insane new method of torture. But I was absolutely loving it. I was tempted to just sack off work and head tearing out the door and deal with the fallout on Monday. But I knew this texting was an incredible build up- and the pay off would be worth it. I also knew she was clearly getting off on this- I didn’t want to spoil her fun yet.

The time ticked on. I shovelled some food in my face without leaving my desk.

12:59… 13:00. It buzzed.

Another photo and another text.

This time she wasn’t in the phone, but what was sent me shivers. It was our bed- with rails at the head of the bed but with a new addition. Something I’d never seen before. Straps attached to all 4 corners of the bed.

“This is where you’ll find me.” That was it. A short simple text- but it said a lot. She really knew how to build suspense.

We had dabbled in and out of BDSM, tying up stuff before. Sophie had once specifically booked an Airbnb because she noted the place had big ceiling beams- she’d looped her dressing gown tie over the beam above our bed and I’d tied both her hands- stretched out above her head when she was on her knees, leaving her body fully exposed as her arms were pulled upwards. I’d knelt behind her and run my hands all over her vulnerable body- sliding them up and down her perfect breasts and pinching and pulling her nipples hard- rubbing them between my fingers. I had been able to tell how much she was getting off on feeling vulnerable and open to me as she moaned louder and louder. I’d rubbed her clit and made her soaking as she thrashed at her bindings before standing on the bed and walking in front of her- feeding my cock into her mouth. I don’t often face fuck her- but that day as she was tied, submissive and mine for using- id grabbed her head and fucked it like it was her tight little pussy or ass needing a proper fucking. Finally to enjoy the sensation of her bound up- I’d slid my body under hers- still held in the same position- and made her ride my cock- watching in amazement as her body pulled taut gyrated back and forwards- free to grab her nipples and breasts again as they swung freely- her screams making me eventually come deep inside her gushing pussy. That had been an amazing fuck- and we’d many more in that Airbnb- once standing with her hands tied above a different beam- her back arched and this time blindfolded as well as I whispered into her ear how deep I was going to cum into her ass- which I duly did after going through half a bottle of lube and ploughing her backdoor for most the morning.

Her sexual mind never managed to surprise me- especially from a girl who could also act so respectable and innocent when she wanted. And once again with her photo today, she had left me mouth agape in awe and my cock straining against my boxers.

My mind was awash with what I could do to her tied spread eagled on our bed today- the pleasure I could give myself from her body and the enjoyment I could get watching her squirming in sexual delight as she thrashed against her bindings. I’d gone lightheaded again- I had to focus!!

Time ticked on.

13:59. I wasn’t even looking at my computer screen- just staring at my phone. Waiting.

Buzzing.

I snatched it up.

Another photo. This time a close up. Two fingers were deep insider herself- the walls of her pussy clearly soaking wet- she was deep up to her knuckles.

“Fuck I want to cum so bad. I’m touching myself thinking about you ploughing me. Thinking of me tied to the bed whilst your body slams into me and makes me writhe and tremble. But I can’t cum now. Only you can make me cum.”

Fucking torture.

I pressed on.

14:45, 14:50, 14:55. 5 minutes to go. And I could sense I was getting near the end of my work and this shitty week. I was almost at the “leaving” stage.

15:00. A buzzing sound.

A photo this time of just her bare chest- her phenomenal breasts now free- 32DD, swinging free- a proper handful that I had squeezed and kneaded thousands of times before- but now in this incredible photo decorated with something I had never seen on her tits before. Each nipple was adorned with a clamp- grasping each pert nub and the two were connected by a chain hanging down between her chest.

“My nipples have been hard all day- they miss your fingers and your tongue. They want to be squeezed, and licked, and pinched and sucked and twisted. I want to gasp and scream when you pull on them. With these clamps on my nipples and my fingers inside me- I’m drenched waiting for you.”

I have mentioned in a previous story how much Sophie loves attention on her nipples. It drives her wild. She has almost had nipple only orgasms before- where I would spend over an hour, having oiled her body up, then just concentrating wholly on her nipples- licking, swirling my tongue, sucking, pinching and tugging them endlessly. She’d close her eyes and press her chest up against my hand and mouth, writhe and moan in the bed seeking fullfilment. I would normally end these sessions by sliding my face down her body, keeping one hand on each nipple- tweaking and tugging her breasts up and around- and put my face to her pussy which would invariably be absolutely soaked by this stage. In only a few licks of her clit after an hour of nipple attention- she would be having a screaming, bucking orgasm, my fingers turning and pinching throughout as her body shudders and shakes to a climax. I couldn’t wait to see her cum again today.

I looked at my work… I couldn’t really think anymore, I was trembling. I felt like I’d done enough. I picked up my phone.

“Leaving.” I hit send and breathed a deep sigh. Picked up my things and rushed out the office towards my car. I’d be home in just under 30 minutes. I had no idea if I’d get anymore texts on the way or what she’d be up to in this time. But I couldn’t wait to find out.